Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Of course it could be me."

During the descent, Fang Bailu's mouth opened and closed silently, speaking to himself.

If the immortals were not afraid of him and other "sleeping dragons", why would they regard awakening the living dead in the white coffins as a taboo?

Maybe... as long as they put on the costumes, anyone can perform as a god or Buddha on the stage.

Fang Bailu had a brand new idea. Just thinking about this sudden thought could bring him endless pleasure:

He wanted to drag the angels to the mortal world and watch them fall to the earth—

It is very pure malice, but also very substantial malice.

Human beings do not always need lofty goals as puzzle pieces to fill the void of existence.

"If you know the motive, you can predict the action..."

To fight this kind of thing, it's going to take more than a flying cell phone and a mailbox full of junk mail.

He was used to dealing with people - individuals who were still able to think had desires and demands; otherwise, he would just be a piece of gravel scattered on the roadside and spend the rest of his life.

The fear that had been hugging Fang Bailu from behind had already turned into firewood, igniting a raging fire of anger.

There is other information below - information about the Xihe girl and other immortals when they were still human.

……

Yi Daiyan stood on tiptoe and hid under a half-broken concrete wall.

He held tightly to his hands the combat helmet that he had just exchanged for a new one from the Internal Affairs Department the day before, and curled up his tall and strong body that was over two meters tall.

“Bad luck…bad luck…”

There was a vibration in his pocket like a heavy hammer: he knew without looking - the badge on the display screen that should have been flashing the word "off duty" was forcibly requisitioning his non-duty time.

Encountering a police incident at this time is simply a nightmare scene.

"hiss……"

He blinked hard to wipe away the sweat that was dripping from the hot helmet. The glimpse just now was still vivid in his mind:

The drugstore called Yizhitang had been torn to pieces, and the jagged gaps in the concrete walls looked like they had been devoured by a monster - perhaps a vicious dog as big as a shopping mall, biting them hard.

The sticky blood flowed out in a long river, and on the surface of the river floated broken limbs and debris like wooden boats.

Is this another one of the recent frequent gang fights?

"I heard that Fu Yisheng went bankrupt, but I didn't expect the remaining gangs to be so crazy? The Induction Association has sent a record of this store to the police station."

If a big company had not warned them, the Kuala Lumpur police would not have been dispatched.

However, the weight of this store was very low, so the police casually assigned Yi Daiyan, who was off work, to do this difficult task "on the way".

"I should have known not to go back to collect the rent today. You kid is such a jerk, fuck you..."

He suddenly exhaled from his nose, causing the protective panel to become slightly damp:

According to the leader, there is definitely no backup - but if you are lucky and make a contribution, you can buy a few more Akongs to keep you company.

He grinned for a moment and squeezed his thigh hard.

on!

There was a string of six heads hanging neatly around Yi Daiyan's waist, all of them looked like young girls sleeping with their eyes closed, very cute. There were tiny keyholes on their ruddy and smooth foreheads.

Yi Daiyan stroked the hair ends of these heads reluctantly, then picked one and held it up: Although it was a bit painful, he couldn't care less.

Whatever you do, you must love it!

Snapped!

He pulled the key from around his neck, inserted it into the hole, and turned it a circle.

"Akong Five, please!"

Yi Daiyan raised his strong tiger arm and threw the head out fiercely.

……

A terrible cry crossed the sky:

"Wahahahahahahaha! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

As soon as he let go, the girl's peaceful face twisted into a knot and she let out a terrifying, shrill laugh that deafened anyone who heard it.

From its suddenly opened eyes and mouth, a pale blue electric fire burst out in clusters.

"Mingjia shovel! Mingjia shovel! Diune's mother Mingjia shovel!"

Zizizi!

With the thunderous curses and the roaring of the air, the girl's head drew a crescent-shaped arc in the air.

It sounded like a small passenger plane taking off or landing.

She used the blazing flames from her eyes and mouth as her power to throw herself down into the ruins of Yizhitang.

hum-

The half-remaining lobby of the drugstore was filled with a pink grid that looked like a flushed cheek, with a few pink hearts shooting out from time to time.

Snapped!

Yi Daiyan shook his left hand, took out the antique pistol that was rented by the police force without a deposit, and loaded it with one hand.

"I'm coming! You better not break down!"

As long as you recycle it quickly enough, there shouldn't be much wear and tear!

With this thought in mind, he rolled out of the shelter. His huge body moved silently and flexibly like a cat.

This may look like just an ordinary recyclable "pulse flying head magic", but it is actually very valuable: looking at the whole of Kuala Lumpur, there are probably not many sorcerers and Nuo magicians who are broad-based enough to complete this kind of work independently.

It's not that the power is so terrifying, it's just...

All that real money was spent on custom-making a synthetic girl's face model.

The light pink grid disappeared, and Yi Daiyan rushed into the ruins:

"Kuala Lumpur Police! Acting first and asking for permission later, company concession... huh?"

He opened his mouth wide, and the pistol in his right hand and the "Akong No. 3" tightly grasped in his left hand both stiffened unconsciously.

The person in front of me is...how should I put it?

The girl with twin ponytails was standing in the dark red lake. Although her smooth sapphire blue hair was stained with dried blood, it was still translucent.

She had her back to him, holding in each hand a ferocious, vicious-looking cleaver that was almost as long as her body.

Yi Daiyan stared blankly, and felt that she was wrapped in light.

No, that's really light!

A long, glossy scarf was draped around her neck, with the ends passed through her armpits, making her look like a holographic angel modeling in a luxury store.

The ribbon was filled with words like swimming fish, glowing with dark red blood:

Looking closely, each drifting dot forms a “方” character.

"Miss...you are still——"

Ping!

The girl still stood still, but she had turned sideways at some point - at the same time, the straight long blade in her left hand also changed: it was stopping at Yi Daiyan's throat.

Only the bloody river that was cut into the ground still bore traces of the knife.

The side of his face was also covered with pieces of flesh and blood, making it difficult to see the facial features. But Yi Daiyan saw the confused and confused eyes.

Like a piece of jade that has not been dusted off.

Sweat dripped down Yi Daiyan's forehead:

What speed is this?

But... as long as the muzzle of the gun is raised a little, there might still be a chance.

He bent his wrist slightly and was about to press the trigger button -

call!

As if her dream was interrupted by Yi Daiyan, the girl suddenly jumped up: the long scarf she was wearing seemed soft but was able to chisel into the broken wall, wrapping her petite body and flying out of the ruins of Yizhitang.

In the blink of an eye, she had climbed up the narrow wall between the alleys, her long scarf moving back and forth on the cement like a spider's limbs.

Looking at the figure running between the buildings and gradually disappearing, Yi Daiyan suddenly felt a little envious of the long scarf.

Touching his chilly Adam's apple, he couldn't help but blurt out his hometown dialect:

"This girl looks quite cute..."

He made a clicking sound and shook his head.

Why? !

Yi Daiyan turned around abruptly, his pistol raised and aimed at the target:

Something seemed to break in from the corner of my eye!

……

It was a bloody man, ragged and covered in wounds. He was half leaning against the wall, seemingly dead.

"Tsk, is someone dead..."

He put down the gun angrily.

drop!

But the combat helmet's detection system doesn't think so and is projecting a reminder onto the retina.

Yi Daiyan walked forward and squatted down.

“…I’m still breathing.”

Although the "dead man" in front of him was unconscious, he had a strange expression.

Half of his face was filled with anger, while the other half was filled with a faint smile:

Seems satisfied?

Chapter 164 Today's Salary

"Name?"

"what?"

"Name!"

"...Are you serious?"

Fang Bailu sighed and poked the bed rail with his elbow: the holographic light cast from the old transmitter was depicting the large characters "Fang Bailu" and the various information registered by Xiaodong when he bought the certificate for him three years ago.

"Name."

But the police officer in front of him had his eyes wide open and repeated it again.

"...Fang Bailu."

Fang Bailu propped up his arms and sat up higher to avoid the swaying belt made of human heads.

Among so many self-purchased equipment, this one can be said to be particularly naughty.

"Have you ever practiced any unregistered sorcery?"

"No."

"Are you sure? Just confess and you'll get more leniency. The expression on your face when you fainted was quite amazing, not many people can make that look like that."

"I don't get enough sleep and my face is cramping."

Fang Bailu stretched lazily: the dog-skin plasters all over his body felt so restrictive that he felt as if he was still trapped in an electronic body.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I slept soundly in this coma.